I was re-watching last Sunday’s Dexter (missed the first half when it aired) today post work, when I realized two things. First: “Haxter” – for obvious reasons – would make the ideal portmanteau of their names. Second: Although we all imagined how death table sex might be since season one, it wasn’t any less hot once it finally happened. And letter C – As Haxter initiated the wiener waltz, I thought, “Hey, she.. Read More